Mary Ann’s POV
“No.”
The word left my mouth before anyone else in the room could speak.
Lydia sat between the guards, tears still wet on her face. Kylian held his notes halfway above the table. Modric stood beside me, his hand still caught in mine after Lydia’s confession.
Cassius intended to kill him publicly.
Not me.
Modric.
Because he believed my husband was the final obstacle between me and Nightveil.
I turned toward Modric.
“You are not attending the ceremony.”
His expression changed immediately.
“Mary Ann.”
“No.”
“We are not deciding this while—”
“I have decided.”
The words came sharper than I intended.
I released his hand and stepped away.
“You will remain inside the secured eastern wing tomorrow. Or better, return to Ironclaw tonight.”
Modric stared at me.
Kylian
